Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.